My home office is inundated with stuff: 3-ring binders, file folders, a couple of dead telephones, old computer equipment, books, software and most of all, PAPER.
It’s supposed to warm up, but right now, the porch, the lawn and presumably, the roads, are coated with a thin veneer of ice and frost.
Sure beats snow, and it’s already melting from the trees, making a soft staccato on the leaves below.
Started early today, another bout of insomnia, which was ill-timed, considering that a stop at the medical lab was on the agenda, and they didn’t open until 8.
The Implicit Association Test was designed by researchers at Harvard, the University of Virginia and the University of Washington to detect unconscious biases in attitudes about gender roles and preferences based on age, race, appearance, etc.
You can try the tests out on their demonstration website, which doesn’t require registration.
It’s a balmy forty degrees outside, and my overnight guest, oldest grandson, Robert, just finished off 3 bowls of oatmeal and a sample of the cake he made last night, white cake with homemade white frosting. Right now, he’s working his way through a plate of eggs and bacon.
I HATE being played, especially by recruitment firms, which are usually staffed by kids who may have pleasant enough interpersonals, but lack the nuance, insight and self-confidence of people with a lot of business experience.
CapeCoder has been in existence since November of 98, and incorporated since March 2000, and it’s looking more and more like it’s time to say “goodbye”.
Why do people continue this awful tradition, which no one except maybe children and the elderly enjoy?
Yesterday started off badly, with one client pulling a project, and, with less than 24 hours left before the capecoder.com domain expired, my registrar being unreachable.
Yesterday, the grandkids and I spent the day together for their annual tree decorating visit, which concluded with an evening trip to the Cape Codder hotel in Hyannis, a ritual we’ve observed for the last 3 years.